1Unto the end, for Idithun himself, a canticle of David. I said: I will take heed to my ways : that I sin not with my tongue. I have set guard to my mouth, when the sinner stood against me.
2I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things : and my sorrow was renewed.
3My heart grew hot within me : and in my meditation a fire shall flame out.
4I spoke with my tongue : O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days : that I may know what is wanting to me.
5Behold thou hast made my days measurable : and my substance is as nothing before thee. And indeed all things are vanity : every man living.
6Surely man passeth as an image : yea, and he is disquieted in vain. He storeth up : and he knoweth not for whom he shall gather these things.
7And now what is my hope? is it not the Lord? and my substance is with thee.
8Deliver thou me from all my iniquities : thou hast made me a reproach to the fool.
9I was dumb, and I opened not my mouth, because thou hast done it.
10Remove thy scourges from me. The strength of thy hand hath made me faint in rebukes:
11thou hast corrected man for iniquity. And thou hast made his soul to waste away like a spider : surely in vain is any man disquieted.
12Hear my prayer, O Lord, and my supplication : give ear to my tears. Be not silent : for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
13O forgive me, that I may be refreshed, before I go hence, and be no more.